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Thursday, June 28, 2012

So recently me, my roommate Lizzie & our friend Stacey have been watching How I Met Your Mother religiously. We have even gone as far as to adopte certain catch phrases from the character Barney Stinson. And though the show can be quite crude, mostly due to Barney Stinson's character, I learn a lot from Ted Mosby's character, who just happens to be the narrator of the show.

The episode I happened upon last night was one of the last in season 4 after he runs into his ex-fiance who left him at the altar. They have an interesting conversation in a car where Ted admits to Stella, the ex, that he wants to find that girl he can have a serious relationship with and marry and have kids with.

Stella tells a joke about a cop who pulls over a young woman going 90 miles an hour in a 45 speed zone. When he approaches her window he says, "Young lady, I've been waiting for you all day." To which she responds, "I'm sorry officer, I got here as fast as I could."

Now this joke at first glance may warrant a chuckle. But as Stella explains herself more, she tells Ted that his dream girl is getting here as fast she can. And even though Ted may have to wait a little while longer, it's gonna happen sooner or later.

For whatever reason that episode hit me pretty hard. Now, I'm not one to take inspiration or motivation from a show that has Jason Segel and Neil Patrick Harris in it, but needless to say Stella had a pretty good point, and I can definitely relate to Ted's endless romantic search to find the woman he was meant to be with.

With everything that's been going on recently, my stagnant job search, my vexed apartment living standards (the fact that we pay 260$ a month and we still don't have a washer or dryer), feeling like I'm constantly overheating, never feeling like I'm catching my breath with my finances, not being able to afford the things that I need and want so badly, and last but certainly not least, my dating disappointments and failures, it's easy to see why that would make me feel at least slightly better about my current situation.

I'm 23, I have a college degree, a mediocre house, never a real minute to myself, no potential suitors, a piece of garbage phone and car, and a desire to feel alive again, like I did when I was meandering through ancient Roman streets, Austrian mountains, and Spanish beaches.

I do want to go teach English abroad, but that's only a temporary position. I can't do that forever. Eventually I'm gonna have to come back home, and what's gonna be waiting for me there? If I found a letter to myself that I wrote when I was in Young Women's addressed to my future self, I'm only gonna have one thing I wanted accomplished.

I don't really even know what I'm saying or even what I want. I know I don't want any advice. This is something I have to figure out on my own. I guess I just wanted to write this all down, get it out on black & white so that it's not eating at me anymore. The older I get the less emotional I get, and I guess I don't wanna vent to people I know who are in my exact same boat. I just want something more. I just don't know what it is yet.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

So a friend of mine offered an interesting proposition, if you were to make your own movie version of Pride & Prejudice who would cast for the roles? I've got a pretty thought-out list that you're more than willing to comment on :)

Whaddya think? :) Let me know what your thoughts are. As far as the other characters like the rest of Elizabeth's sisters and Mrs. Bennett, I haven't thought that far ahead yet. But I think I'd do a damn better job than the last unfortunate rendering of Jane Austen's best work. No offense Keira.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Okay, now I get that breakups are hard. I, more than any other person on the PLANET, knows this. Probably better than anyone else.

That being said, why the hell do I seem to handle breakups in a much more rational, less dramatic & healthy way? Why is it that nearly every single damn guy who dumps me, might I add, treats ME like the leper & fails to acknowledge my existence. Why are they the ones that get all "awkward" & treat me like I'm the one to blame for the relationship failing? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

I'm not exactly calling any specific guy out on this. But dammit, I go out of MY WAY to be nice to the "ex" who just ripped my heart out & crammed it in the dishwasher & put it on heavy wash. I never say a single bad thing about them & continue to be nice & hang out with their friends even! Wtf?

Please, try & explain this to me because I sure as hell am at a loss for words. How is it that when I'm the one dumped, when I'm the one who gets hurt, I'm treated like the bad guy?

I'm so over this. If you're not old enough to handle a breakup in a classy way, then maybe you shouldn't be dating. So stick that in your effing juice box & suck it long & hard.

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About Me

After working for an international magazine, I moved up to northern Alberta with my Canadian husband. I'm currently writing my YA fantasy novel while waiting for my permanent residency to go through! :)

What I do

I'm a former staff assistant turned full-time author trying to stay warm in the great white north country of Canada! Trying to balance time between volunteering at the library & a very precocious husband.

What I'm Working On

Currently, I'm working on a YA fantasy that's a cross between Swan Princess and Terry Pratchet. I'm also writing a ghost story, which is a cross between The Haunting of Hill House and What Lies Beneath. I have plans to write a historical fiction novel about Hatshepsut as well as an adult mystery novel. Afterwards, I have outlines for a comedic screenplay, a fantasy adventure for children, a redemption realistic fiction novel for teens, and a coming of age story for children. I've finished an urban/dystopian fantasy adventure novel for teens, though I won't try to get it published for a few more years.
Lets just say... I have my work cut out for me!